Here within the half-light 'tween the night and day <br />Upon the sands I lie, with thoughts that idly stirr'd <br />Seem, as in a dream, with life and death to play, <br />As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird. <br />In my heart I hear it, the murmur of the sea, <br />Ah! and memories of other lives are stirr'd, <br />As somewise there came a mystic voice to me <br />As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird. <br />Who but knows that in me is a ghost that hears <br />A voice it heard of old in the primeval word — <br />A memory so dim, it like a dream appears <br />As o'er the sea there flits a pale white bird!<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-the-sea-2/
